A/N: I really had fun writing this. Enjoy.

"Really? And what did he say?"

"The usual: How troublesome."

The two girls laughed at that, the blonde with the iron fan and the pink-haired one with the warm green eyes. Their laughter was light, carefree, and carried to the ears of someone who was, to say the least, not happy. At all.

"Typical Shika-"

That someone launched himself from the shadows, startling both the girls, the pink-haired one being cut off in midsentence by a gasp, her eyes wide. The blonde was frozen in place, unable to move. You couldn't blame them. After all, being charged at by a red-haired demon who was looking very pissed off couldn't have been good on the nerves.

Pinning Temari to the wall, Gaara bared his teeth. A shiver ran down her spine as he hissed in her ear, his expression livid.

"Where," he snarled menacingly, "is Mr. Scruffles?"

Sakura blinked, thinking she had heard wrongly. Mr. Scruffles?

Temari stuttered, "H-he was looking rather dirty, so I t-took him out for a wash…"

Gaara snarled, shooting the shaken Temari a you-are-so-dead look, before running out of the house.

Sakura blinked again, and shook her head. Was it just her, or had the whole world gone insane? Or maybe she had been wrong all the time, and Gaara was actually five years old.

She cleared her throat. "Temari?" she asked tentatively. "What on earth is-"

The door flew open with a bang, causing the both of them to jump. In barged Gaara, looking no less murderous than before.

But still, scary.

And in his clutches was a small, dog-eared, one-eyed, stuffed teddy bear.

Well, looks like that answered her question.

Not.

Gaara shot Temari another death glare, flamboyantly displaying the third finger of his right hand at her in a disturbingly familiar gesture. Then he caught sight of the pink-haired medic by his sister, and jumped. In less than a moment Sakura saw an almost miraculous transformation from a five-year old nuisance to the totally, completely mature Kazekage, his back straight, his face expressionless as one hand tried to hide the teddy bear behind his back.

"Haruno Sakura," he acknowledged.

Sakura blinked.

Then he fled up the stairs, leaving a stunned Temari and a very bemused Sakura.

At that moment, Sakura had a thought. It was the sort of thought that you didn't want to think too much about because, if you did, your brain might explode.

Sakura found her voice first, and turned to Temari with the sort of look a person would have after going through a very traumatic ordeal.

In a half-strangled voice, she asked, "Is he PMS-ing?"

A/N: I think I'll take on the role of Temari.

–Sweatdrops and falls to the ground in a deep faint-

LOL